Song
Alas, alas, eheu!
That the sky is only blue,
To gather from the grass
The rain and dew!
Alas! that eyes are fair:
That tears may gather there,
Mist and the breath of sighs
From the marsh of care!
Alas, alas, eheu!
That we meet but to bid adieu:
That the sands in Time's ancient glass
Are so swift and few!
Alas, alas, eheu!
That the heart is only true
To gather, where false feet pass,
The thorn and rue!
That the sky is only blue,
To gather from the grass
The rain and dew!
Alas! that eyes are fair:
That tears may gather there,
Mist and the breath of sighs
From the marsh of care!
Alas, alas, eheu!
That we meet but to bid adieu:
That the sands in Time's ancient glass
Are so swift and few!
Alas, alas, eheu!
That the heart is only true
To gather, where false feet pass,
The thorn and rue!
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